Ordinary people could never accomplish such earth-shattering feats.
Unless, they were the reincarnation of a Sword Immortal!
Even the reincarnation of an immortal wouldn't suffice; it had to be a Sword Immortal.
Hu Qingshi looked at Meng Fan, who was currently comprehending the Sword God Stele, and felt a bit reluctant to interrupt him.
By rights, he should stop Meng Fan when the time was up, unless Meng Fan paid extra!
But in this situation, anyone would be amazed and shaken, hoping to watch Meng Fan's comprehension continue, wanting to see his limits.
Unfortunately, reason ultimately triumphed over emotion.
When the time was up, he had to remind Meng Fan.
As he had done every time before, he slowly walked up to Meng Fan and patted him on the shoulder.
The next second, Meng Fan opened his eyes.
In his pupils, countless streams of Sword Qi seemed to flow, and countless strands of Sword Intent clashed.
Anyone who met those eyes would be utterly shocked.
Fortunately, when Hu Qingshi patted Meng Fan's shoulder, he could only see Meng Fan's flowing hair and not his eyes.
Otherwise, he would have been stunned for a long time!
The Sword Qi and Sword Intent in Meng Fan's eyes began to slowly fade away.
In their place was a look of confusion.
He frowned and then looked up at Hu Qingshi.
"Time's up," Hu Qingshi said expressionlessly.
There was a clear look of surprise in Meng Fan's eyes.
Ten days and nights had passed so quickly?
While comprehending the Sword God Stele, he had completely lost track of time, as if he had just taken a nap and ten days and nights had flown by.
However, during these ten days and nights, he was not sleeping.
His Sword Dao had undergone a tremendous transformation.
But he had been mistaken about one thing; he originally thought that ten days and nights would be enough to fully absorb the Primordial Great Way of the Sword.
Now he understood that he had been overly ambitious.
The Great Way of the Sword!
It was too vast to be fully absorbed in just ten days and nights.
Meng Fan had a clear intuition that even if he comprehended for another ten days and nights, he wouldn't be able to fully absorb the Primordial Great Way of the Sword from the Sword God Stele.
Although he hadn't fully absorbed the Primordial Great Way of the Sword, his progress over these ten days and nights could only be described as terrifying.
He had gained a more comprehensive and profound understanding of the Sword Dao.
These insights were intangible and difficult to describe in words.
Besides the intangible, there were also some practical aspects.
For example, through the Heavenly Sword, he had comprehended the level of Unity of Man and Sword.
I am the sword, and the sword is me!
Reaching the level of Unity of Man and Sword meant using a sword weapon and sword technique as if they were parts of his own body.
This naturally allowed him to maximize the power of the sword!
However, this was not a big deal for Meng Fan; with his Sword Dao talent, he would have achieved this sooner or later.
What delighted Meng Fan the most was that he had finally touched upon the level of Sword Soul.
Under normal circumstances, without cultivating a Divine Soul, it was impossible to touch the Sword Soul, let alone cultivate it.
But the comprehension of the Sword God Stele over these ten days and nights had allowed Meng Fan to turn the impossible into possible.
He had just cultivated Divine Sense, so it was impossible to condense a Divine Soul. Even with the help of the Sword God Stele, it was still an impossible feat.
Meng Fan had achieved the level of Sword Soul by taking an unconventional path!
Through the Primordial Great Way of the Sword, Meng Fan had comprehended a vast amount of Sword Dao information.
In the end, Meng Fan had a stroke of inspiration and thought of a method.
That was to make Hong Qi his "Divine Soul"!
After achieving Unity of Man and Sword, Meng Fan and his personal Law Sword, the Hong Qi Sword, were almost one.
If Meng Fan reached the Condensation Pill Realm and created a space in his Dantian, he might be able to absorb the Hong Qi Sword into his body.
But this wasn't important!
What mattered was that Meng Fan's relationship with Hong Qi had deepened further, allowing him to temporarily elevate his sword technique to the level of Sword Soul with Hong Qi's help.
Even in a top-tier Sword Dao sect like the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, those who could cultivate a Sword Soul at the Condensation Pill Realm were as rare as phoenix feathers.
Cultivating a Sword Soul at the Heavenly Origin Realm was something that might not be seen for a hundred years, or even several hundred years!
Meng Fan had created another miracle.
In fact, over the past year, Meng Fan had created many miracles.
But he was too low-key, and very few people knew about these miracles.
"Thank you, Senior!" Meng Fan stood up and bowed to the grey-clothed elder, Hu Qingshi.
Although he was somewhat reluctant, he still forced himself to stand up and leave the Sword God Stele.
Actually, with his current assets, if he gritted his teeth and spent all his wealth, he could continue comprehending the Sword God Stele for a few more days and nights.
But comprehending for ten days and nights in one go was already enough for Meng Fan to digest.
Too much greed would lead to indigestion!
Food should be eaten one bite at a time, and the road should be walked step by step.
Of course, the main reason was that Meng Fan was a bit reluctant to part with his Spirit Stones.
Moreover, this time's comprehension had already yielded him a lot, some of which needed to be slowly settled and digested after he returned.
Especially since his current realm was still relatively low, some insights were only half-understood.
As his realm improved, these insights would become more profound.
***
Meng Fan left the Sword God Temple and prepared to return to the Sword Pavilion.
When he passed by the Demon Locking Tower, he couldn't help but glance at it, recalling the previous battle between the Sect Master and the Ghost King Sect Master.
Although he hadn't watched the entire battle, he had seen each of them unleash a single sword strike.
But the shock it gave Meng Fan was imprinted deep in his soul.
"In at most a hundred years, I will definitely reach their level!" Meng Fan murmured to himself.
One could say he was underestimating himself!
Why would it take a hundred years?
***
Before returning to the Sword Pavilion, Meng Fan passed by the Scripture Pavilion.
He naturally walked into the Scripture Pavilion; if the Sword Pavilion was his "first home," then the Scripture Pavilion could be considered his "second home."
Meng Fan spent almost as much time in the Scripture Pavilion as he did in the Sword Pavilion.
Senior Disciple Jin was still on the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion, sitting upright and unsmiling.
When he saw Meng Fan enter, he nodded at him, which was considered a greeting.
This was already special treatment; when others entered the Scripture Pavilion, he wouldn't even lift his head, let alone nod in greeting.
"Senior Disciple Jin, any news about Elder Wang recently?" Meng Fan approached Senior Disciple Jin and asked in a low voice.
Meng Fan still had some concerns about Elder Wang.
Unfortunately, Elder Wang probably wouldn't return to Shu Mountain.
Senior Disciple Jin raised his right index finger and placed it on his lips, signaling Meng Fan to be silent.
A trace of surprise appeared on Meng Fan's face, not understanding what Senior Disciple Jin meant.
But he obediently fell silent and didn't say anything more.
After a moment, Senior Disciple Jin finished organizing his tasks and said to Meng Fan, "Follow me."
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